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Suddenly DJ wondered whether the decision she made had been the right one.
Looking back at Randa Denise said, "Maybe we all make decisions in our lives and can only hope we are doing what is right. We do what we think is
best at the time."
Randa nodded.
"But it still hurts."
"I know, love." Randa stepped forwards and pulled DJ into her arms. "But look at this from a different angle. You do have family after all."
Denise kissed the top of Randa s head. "You are my family, Randa. The only difference is that now I have a relative who seems to despise my very
existence. I don t know what I should do."
Randa gazed up at DJ intently. "What we should do. We re in this together." She clasped the poet s hand. "Always!"
Grinning, DJ leaned down to kiss Randa but the blonde suddenly pulled away. Frowning, Denise looked at Randa in question.
The blonde shrugged and motioned over DJ s shoulder. "We have an audience."
Gazing over her shoulder Denise spotted a group of children watching them from a colourful and intricately constructed climbing frame. "Oh them. They
are just waiting for their turn on this thing." Denise patted the roundabout. "But they ll just have to wait." She stepped off the platform and took a firm hold of
the orange bar with both hands. "It s the rules of the play ground& wait your god damn turn." Denise proceeded to push the roundabout. Once it was
turning at an efficient pace, DJ jumped back onto the ride.
"Man, I can just tell you were the play ground bully when you were younger! Look at this& thirty two years old and hogging the toys."
"What?" Denise asked, keeping Randa in view as the background spun past her. "Is there an age limit on this thing? Anyway& when was the last time
you were on one of these?"
Randa sat down upon the wooden platform. "We didn t come here to play on the swings, Denise."
"I know but I needed some respite." Denise stepped off the slowing ride and increased the speed once again. She jumped back on the section beside
Randa. "Here, copy me." Stretching out upon the platform Denise lay back and looked up at the sky. "I used to love staring at the clouds while spinning
around. We used to see how long it would take before we would feel nauseous!"
"Nice!" said Randa as she copied DJ s actions and re-positioned herself upon her back. The blonde looked up into the sky. "You realise you re going to
have to talk to Maggie."
Denise let her head fall to the side, looking at Randa. "I know. I m just trying to avoid thinking about it for a while."
Randa smiled. "Okay." Moving her arm through the bar Randa took DJ s hand once again. "So what did you do after you made yourself sick on the
roundabout?"
The poet grinned. "When this finishes& I ll let you know. Meanwhile lets just see whether Miranda Leigh Martin can keep up with the big kids!"
"Speaking of that," Randa said, a sudden persistence ringing in her voice. "Is your middle name Julia?"
Denise rolled her eyes. "You are supposed to be looking up at the sky."
"Fine." Randa looked away. "But I am not giving up on this," she mumbled.
DJ sniggered. "Uh huh."
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The sky was lit with orange and red hues as the sun sank lazily into the horizon. Out along village streets tall orange lamps illuminated the almost vacant
roads. Shining bright in the growing darkness of the park, decorative lights twinkled along the main cobblestone path. From the centre of the children s
play area a slow yet constant creaking echoed in the dusk.
Sitting upon a narrow plastic seat, Denise wrapped her hands tighter around long metal chains. Her feet remained planted upon the ground as she moved
herself slowly back and forth. Beside her sat Randa. Her legs hung limply as she manoeuvred her swing a little more vigorously.
"I cant believe we re playing on the swings," the blonde said.
DJ chuckled. "Oh come on. Sometimes us adults spend so much time trying to be  grown up that we forget the little things in life. We are never too old to
appreciate the simple things& after a certain age I think most of us forget what uncomplicated pleasure we can derive from the most mundane activities.
It s an escape& a release." Denise slipped off her seat and stood behind Randa. Placing her hands on the blonde s shoulder she pushed her gently. "You
can t tell me you have not been having any fun."
Randa planted her feet upon the ground, effectively stopping Denise s actions. "Of course I had fun. I always have fun with you, Denise but you can t
escape from what is going on. Where s the kick ass D Jennings who turned up on my doorstep all those months ago? She would never have let this
bother her."
"She s on vacation."
"You re not going to hide& escape& or go reclusive again, Denise. One of Sara s last requests to me was that I make sure you didn t revert back to how
you used to be. I ll be damned if you do!"
"She asked that?"
Randa nodded and rose from her swing. She turned around and placed one knee upon the seat, looking at DJ in the semi darkness. An ornamental park
light illuminated the side of Denise s face and Randa caressed her shadowed features. "Remember you are not alone in this, Denise."
The poet smiled, about to respond when an insistent chirping rung out from Randa s sweatshirt. Randa looked down surprised, then pulled DJ s mobile
phone from her pocket.
"You left the house empty handed so I brought your phone and keys with me." She handed the ringing telephone over to Denise who answered it
begrudgingly.
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